For I shall rise a king.

For I shall rise a king, by the nobility of my character,  it's strength and might.
Not by any birthright.

I shall rise a ruler, just and gracious,
Not a wanton sire of lands vast and spacious,
As far as the spread of the light.

I shall accord justice in my dealings
With Prince and pauper alike,
For haughtiness is not in my feelings,
I'll strive to do what is just and right.

I shall hold high, the righteous honor,
of those that strive in their toil and sow,
the seeds of goodness and verity,
and keep the fruits of their labor
with rectitude and pride, and humility.

I write this not as a boastful decree,
but a humble plea, a prayerful verse
to urge my reader to carefully see
that character of goodness makes me
a servant of men, not a master of serfs.